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Akuyaku Reijou ni Nanka Narimasen - Chapter 537
🕑 Added 2024-11-01 07:47:30 +0000 UTCThe girl who won’t cry.
Dirk’s Point of View
After the shining Kurarin left, we ended up disbanding. I thought I was prepared not to be surprised by most things after spending time with Rosarin, but that one caught me off guard.
Now, I am swaying in the carriage on the way home with Rosarin.
Clatter… swish-thump
Clatter… swish-thump
Clatter… swish-thump
The "clatter" is the sound of the carriage wheels. The "swish" is my tail happily swaying and tapping against the side of the carriage.
“Dirk, why are you so happy?”
“Huh?”
Because my adorable bride promised to cuddle up to me, of course. You haven't forgotten, have you?
“Well… I was so glad that you needed me… I'll take good care of you at home!”
I subtly reminded her of our agreement.
“Tonuraaahhh!??”
Rosarin let out a mysterious cry, her face turning bright red. How cute. But, what does "Tonurah" even mean?
“… Rosarin, you’re just so cute. Always holding back your tears until it’s just the two of us.”
“Urgh!?”
Seems like she remembered. She’s clearly flustered. I wonder if teasing the girl you like feels like this. Rosarin was so cute back then, too.
“So, when do you want to…? Now?”
Honestly, I’d prefer to start right away. I looked at Rosarin, hopeful.
“Um, no… with Kurarin around, my mind kind of went blank, so I’m not really sad anymore…”
Rosarin spoke, face flushed, trying to assure me she was fine now. She's so cute.
“Are you embarrassed? How cute.”
Her inability to just openly lean on me is part of her charm, even if she has no idea.
I focused on Rosarin's mood. Seems she doesn't want the coachman overhearing anything, so she'd prefer it if we waited until we’re home.
“… I told you, I’m fine.”
She turned away, embarrassed. That bashfulness is just too cute.
“Alright, so you’d rather be at home. That’s cute, too.”
She seemed surprised. By what? Don't read her mind? Ah, I see. I must’ve gotten too accurate in reading her feelings.
“… How is it that you understand my feelings so well?”
It’s not like I’m constantly reading them. It just happens if I focus a bit.
“Hmm… maybe it’s because my magic power has more of an internal effect than a human’s? And maybe the bond with one’s mate is just stronger for beasmen… maybe that’s why. Plus, without that kind of sensitivity, I think beastmen would probably annoy their partners pretty often.”
I explained that maybe this skill developed as a way for beastmen to compensate, given our tendency not to pick up on subtle hints otherwise.
Rosarin seemed to think she had successfully diverted the topic. She glanced at me, checking my reaction—so cute.
To avoid ruining the moment by a loud stomach growl, we had dinner. Then, I took a thorough bath and brushed myself until my fur was soft and fluffy.
The preparations were complete. Now, I was ready to spoil Rosarin to my heart’s content. I held my arms open toward her.
“Come here.”
Rosarin happily threw herself into my embrace. Absolutely adorable. My little bride is the cutest in the world.
“Hehehe…”
Her softened smile, showing her complete trust, is beyond adorable. She only shows this face to me, Ru, and a few others she’s close to.
“You’ve held back well. You can cry if you want to. It’s just us here.”
“….”
Her emotions wavered. Please, don’t hold back. If you’re hurting, let me comfort you. More than anything, I want to be the one who is kindest to you.
Let all the things that bother you melt away with your tears. When you’re with me, there’s no need to put on a brave face.”
“… I want to be cool in front of the Dirk I love.”
She said, though tears shimmered in Rosarin's eyes.
“… I know you’re cool, Rosarin. But you know, I’ve decided to walk alongside you… so I want to be the kind of husband you can lean on.”
She’s incredible, after all—she’s the heroic princess who saved the world, though she’s only treated normally because she doesn’t seek recognition.
But to me, Rosarin is simply Rosarin. I want to stand beside her and bring her happiness. I transformed, and thanks to the thorough brushing, Rosarin seemed to enjoy the softness of my fur.
"Hey, my adorable wife."
“…Yes?”
My cute, precious mate. I love your hair too, even if you find styling it a hassle. I can understand the love for fluffiness, too. Sometimes, I just want to keep touching your hair.
“Your husband wants you to rely on him. Can I please comfort you?”
I gave Rosarin a gentle lick on the cheek. A small tear had fallen, giving it a faintly salty taste.
“… You want to make me cry that much?”
No, Rosarin, it’s not that.
“… I don’t know about making you cry, but I want you to lean on me. I want to make you happy.”
I want to wipe away your tears and see your smile. I want to live alongside you for a long, long time. I want to be the one who dries your tears.
“……”
Rosarin’s heart is no longer sad. A warm and tender feeling is radiating from her.
“… Hic… huu… huh…”
Rosarin began to cry, but they weren’t sad tears. Don’t worry—I can feel it clearly.
You’re not truly hurting right now.
You’re grateful to me.
You’re crying from happiness.
And then, I felt her heart whisper, “You understand me, don’t you?”
“… Yes. I understand.”
I know it’s hard for Rosarin to be vulnerable. But I also know she secretly loves being spoiled by me.
I know how you hold back your tears, trying to be strong when you want to cry but can’t. And I adore that side of you that you only show to me.
I kissed my beloved wife as she cried herself to sleep, then curled up around her with my beast form.
The next morning arrived.
Rosarin was still asleep. She’s so cute.
"Mm…”
Oh, seems she’s waking up. Maybe I’ll pretend to be asleep, just this once?
“… Ugh… Falling asleep while crying? No way…”
She groaned and rolled around in embarrassment. I don’t mind—I’m the one who made her cry.
“… Dirk, are you awake?”
Rosarin approached. She smells so nice. It feels great when she strokes me, but if I start purring, she’ll know I’m awake. I have to hold back… gah, but it feels so good…!
"…… Thank you for letting me cry… I love you so much."
Pouring her sweet, gentle emotions into her gesture, Rosarin kissed me.
“Hee—! Mmm!?”
She’s being adorable this early in the morning. Now, I can't hold back, Rosarin. I firmly held the back of my cute, cute wife’s head and deeply kissed her, claiming her mouth.
“Wha… Dirk, since when have you been… awake…?”
“Alright, why don’t you take today off as well?”
“Wha!?”
While Rosarin froze, her face bright red, I began discarding her unnecessary clothes. She couldn’t put up a fight against me once I got serious, and her resistance was adorably weak. A little stimulation to her sensitive spots, and she couldn’t even use her magic.
“N-Not in the morning!”
“You’re the one who teased me, Rosarin.”
Besides, I can tell you’re just as into this, aren’t you?
And with a mischievous lick of my lips, I indulged in my beloved, delectable mate.
As for my adorable wife… well, she didn’t make it to school that day. Or rather, she couldn’t make it to school that day. I think it’s Rosarin’s fault for being just too cute.
I love her more than anyone—the girl who struggles to be honest, the girl who can’t cry on her own.
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